A/N: Oh my gosh you guys are amazing. I now have 48 reviews shared over 12 chapters, I have 122 followers and 61 favorites (not to count the many PM's you guys have sent me!) – I am bouncing in my bed from pure happiness. I had a very sweet reviewer asking how Kurt and Blaine met. It is described in the prologue, but they met when Kurt was working at a clothing store called Carl's Clothing-shop. Kurt dated one guy in his Sophomore year of High School (feel free to picture him however you want, but I picture him older than Kurt), and Blaine – well, I haven't exactly told much of his background, but I guess he dated a few guys back when he attended Dalton. Nothing which will have any affect on this story though, just know that he didn't loose his virginity to Kurt, but Kurt lost his to Blaine. I think that covers everything – if not, please do not hesitate to ask questions. Please enjoy this chapter – it shall be known as 'The one where they finally gets to know how many of each they're having!'.

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20 weeks

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Chapter Twelve

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"You know you really should invest in more comfortable examination-tables," mumbled Kurt as he rested himself against the rather hard surface. He shifted a bit, and once he felt comfortable he reached down to unbutton his pants, pushing them down slightly -enough to show the beginning of his pubic hair.

Doctor Mason smiled at Kurt, "I'll look into that." She rolled on her latex gloves and rolled on her stool until she was leveled to Kurt's exposed stomach. "You're looking healthy and big."

"Thanks."

"Remember that it's a good thing, Kurt. Are you following the diet I gave you?" When the young man nodded and went into a detailed description of his meals, the older gynecologist merely smiled. She reached over to grab the gel, flipping the cap open. Automatically she warned, "it might be slightly cold," before she squeezed a good amount of the light-blue gel unto Kurt's belly.

Kurt shivered, "uuh, cold," but his loving grin stayed in place. He locked eyes with Blaine and held his hand out. The younger man took his hand in his and connected their fingers. He too was sitting on a stool on Kurt's other side, though closer to his face. He was excited. The doctor was going to tell them if everything was developing right -earlier examinations had been done, but this time doctor Mason would have a more precise outcome of her scans. Kurt shivered again when doctor Mason pressed the transducer down into the gel, smearing the gel out with her movements.

"Okay Kurt, let's se if we can locate all six of your babies." The red-haired gynecologist kept her face planted on the screen in front of her, as she moved the transducer around. Silently she counted the babies, marking their placement on a note-block in front of her. "I see six strong heartbeats, which is good."

Blaine leaned down and kissed the side of Kurt's head, whispering softly. "Look at those pretty babies. That one looks just like you." Kurt grunted, exclaiming that he couldn't possibly tell that from the ultrasound, but Blaine was persistent. "No no, I see it. Look at that pointy little nose."

"Actually," coughed the doctor with amusement in her voice. She pointed towards the spot, which she believed Blaine to have thought to be the baby's nose. "That's baby C's finger."

Furrowing his brows, Blaine leaned in closer. "Baby C?"

"Yes, at the time and place we don't know much about the fetuses, so for now we're going to call them A and B and so on." She continued her movements after Blaine nodded that he understood. "Okay, well let's just start from the beginning. I'll see if I can find baby A again."

"How do you know which one is baby A?" asked Kurt, tightening the hold on Blaine's hand. Both of their eyes were still on the screen in front of them, much like the doctor's, as they watched her move the transducer around, showing them their babies from different angles. "I mean, don't they move around?"

Doctor Mason nodded her head; today her hair was tightly pulled back into a high ponytail, and small curls were forming in the tips of her hair. Shrugging, she explained that they could move around, but mostly they were connected. "The placenta is stuck since the fertilization. But as for now, baby A is the one closest to your cervix, Kurt and baby F is the one farthest away."

Kurt licked his lower lips quickly before biting down into it softly. His eyes went to Blaine, who kept looking at the monitor and then back to the doctor, who was shifting her eyes between the screen and his abdomen. "Doctor," he said carefully. "You would be able to tell the genders of the babies today, right?"

"I would," said the woman, nodding her head up and down. "Of course I wouldn't be a hundred percent sure at this stage, and it is harder to see when you're carrying multiples. They're covering for each other most of the time, but I would be able to make a qualified guess. Would you like to know?"

Kurt kept his gaze at Blaine, waiting for him to do the same. Once he did, the older smiled up at his fiancé, his eyebrows raised in question. "Would we?"

"I know we've talked about wanting to know, but there's also only so many real surprises in life -it would be sad to ruin it."

Nodding his head, Kurt agreed with Blaine. "I know, but we also have six babies to shop for. If we wait until delivery to know the genders, shopping will be a bit stressing. Every baby needs a dress or a one-piece."

Doctor Mason wanted to barge into their conversation and inform the couple that the likelihood of them getting at least one boy or one girl was tremendously huge, but she let the two men up to that. It wasn't her place to cut in.

Kurt and Blaine talked for a few minutes, before Blaine sighed. He knew what Kurt wanted; the older man wanted to know. Kurt had talked about giving each baby a color, just so they had something that was theirs. In a house filled with other babies, sharing would be an inevitable thing, but having a color, maybe even their own plush-toy, would give the babies something which was theirs. And it would give the parents a good opportunity to distinguish which baby was which -at least in the early stages of their lives. "You want to know, don't you?"

Pressing his lips together, Kurt sheepishly lifted his hands. "I do. But you could always step outside for that part, couldn't he?" he addressed the last part to the gynecologist, who merely nodded her head.

"It's okay, I want to know too," replied Blaine. He moved a bit in the plastic chair, making himself more comfortable. He knew that this could take a while. Doctor Mason had described it to be a very long ultrasound, where she would be checking on each baby's individual development. "Besides, knowing you -you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret for very long."

"True, true," agreed Kurt with a chuckle. They both turned towards the doctor, each with a smile on their faces. "We want to know."

"Okay," doctor Mason went back into doing the ultrasound. She moved down towards Kurt's cervix, trying to locate one baby from another. "Here we have baby A," she said, pointing to the screen. "Let's see if we can detect anything." Once again the small transducer was being moved around, ending up on Kurt's left lower side of his rounded stomach. Both he and Blaine waited anxiously for the doctor to say something. Two or three minutes went by, before she nodded to herself and reached out with a pointy finger, addressing a certain area on the screen. "See this," she said, moving her finger in a circular fashion. "This is baby A and this is his genitalia."

Gaping wide, Kurt looked closer at the screen. "His?" he whispered. A small stump was showing where the doctor was pointing. "A boy?" When doctor Mason nodded, he turned to Blaine, pulling his shirt harshly. "Blaine we're having a son!"

Blaine nodded silently. He couldn't express his thoughts in words. He had a sudden déjà vu back to when they first learned that they were to be parents. But something about actually knowing that they were having a son, blew his mind and common sense away. He could hear Kurt squeal with joy next to him, but he could only keep his eyes on the screen. There it was. His baby boy.

"Let's measure him, shall we?" Pressing a few buttons on her computer, she started to calculate his length and weight. "Well he's perfectly normal in length," she said, "which surprises me a bit. Normally with multiples, they're developing at the rate of singular babies until about the twentieth pregnancy week, but since you're carrying sextuplets, I thought that they might be a bit smaller. But baby A is a healthy long baby at six-point-four inches."

"Aw," gushed Kurt with tears in his eyes. "At least he's got my hight." Blaine laughed mockingly at the joke, but didn't comment further on the subject. It had been a tough issue, his hight, for many years, and he'd been teased about it for most of his life. But something about Kurt joking about his hight -it just didn't matter anymore, because this man in front of him loved him despite being short.

Doctor Mason moved the transducer around a bit, startling the couple when she exclaimed a high-pitched 'oh'. "Look at this, see? That's the foot of baby B." The small leg-shaped picture moved a bit, and Kurt looked down as if he expected to feel it. He was disappointed when he didn't, but he didn't vocalize his disappointment. When he looked up again, the gynecologist had already moved away from the foot and was focusing on measuring baby B and weighing it. "Looks like baby B is about the same size as baby A, but a bit on the low side regarding weight."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Shaking her head, the doctor pushed a button on the screen, highlighting the photo of baby B. "Not necessarily, but we'll know more when he's bigger."

"He?" whispered Kurt with a smile. "Are you sure?"

Doctor Mason chuckled, "yes, I'm sure. These two have been fairly easy to identify, especially baby B. See this, the fetus is having a small erection. It makes it a lot easier to see if the fetus is male or female."

"They can have erections in the stomach?" questioned Kurt, disbelief clear.

Nodding her head, the middle-aged woman explained that it was possible. "The brain is connecting its neurons to the spine and therefore to the rest of your fetuses' bodies. Which is also why it's around this time of the pregnancy that you'll start noticing small pricks in your stomach."

"I haven't felt anything yet." He looked up at Blaine with heavy eyes, both of them a bit sad about that fact. Blaine, especially, was eager to feel anything from the babies, but nothing had happened yet.

"Don't fret," she clicked on the screen, captured a picture of baby B and moved the transducer yet again. "It'll happen. Like I said a few weeks back, just because you're expecting sextuplets doesn't mean that you'll experience the kicks faster. Some people feel the kicks in week eighteen or nineteen, others in week twenty-two. It all depends on the babies' muscle development and how sensitive you are to their kicks. Some people even confuse the kicking with other stuff -they're not sure what to look for, so they write it off as gas-pains and such. Now look at this," she once again reached in to circle an area with her index finger. "Baby C is sucking his thumb."

Blaine leaned in over Kurt, his eyes focused on the little screen. There was his little.. boy? girl?, already sucking. "I didn't know they could do that in the womb."

"It's their way of exercising their digestive system. A lot of things happens in this stage of the pregnancy -they grow much faster than they've done so far. Also their bones start to form and grow harder, especially in the arms and legs." She leaned in a bit, the picture on the screen flimmering as she moved around in the gel. "I can't be sure," she said finally, "but I would think that you're having a third boy."

Blaine pulled a happy face, yet still in shock. Of course he knew that it was real- he'd seen his babies on the ultrasound many times now and he'd seen the ever-growing stomach of his lover, but this was the first time that he could actually say 'I'm having a boy'. He shook his head and lifted his and Kurt's conjoined hands to his mouth, pressing his teeth slightly into his own hand. "Look at him, Kurt."

"I know, I see," said Kurt, equally in shock and happiness. Deep down he still wanted a little girl, but if six boys was what he was getting, then he'd be every bit as happy. "Oh look, look, look," Kurt said, pointing towards the screen. "He's waving!"

Blaine let out a sobbing smile, watching his little boy's hand flicker an inch. He sniffled a bit, trying to contain himself. "Let me just check one more time to be sure." She hummed, turning the screen back towards herself for extra god view of the baby. Scrunching her eyes, she paused the picture. "Yes, here you see it. It's definitely a boy." The video on the screen didn't stay put, as the doctor moved it around. "Here's his spinal cord," she said, showing them their son from a different angle. "It looks really good," she nodded. "These are his ribs." She moved the screen back towards Blaine and Kurt.

"They look like arrows," commented Kurt, shrugging when Blaine rolled his eyes at him.

The doctor nodded, "you're actually not the first one to say that to me. But everything looks good with baby C as well. He's a little bit on the shorter side, but it shouldn't affect him. They are fighting for space in there, but as long as he's developing organs and such he should be okay."

"Is he small because of genetics?" questioned Kurt.

"No, not at this point," said the doctor with a smile. "Whether or not you're to be a tall person or a short person really only shows after a few months post delivery. Most babies varies with a few inches when they're born, but they're about the same size and weight. Right now their sizes depend on the space and the nutrition received during the pregnancy."

"So I should eat more?"

The gynecologist laughed, "perhaps. But as long as you stick to the diet I've given you, the babies should be fine. Of course, I'll make regulations if I consider it necessary." They turned back to the monitor, searching for the last three babies. "Oh, well this is a surprise."

Kurt's eyes widened and he looked around searching for Blaine's eyes, but the younger man's hazel eyes were glued to the screen. He turned his back towards the screen as well, his eyes large. "What? Is there a seventh baby or something? Please tell me no -I've only bought six cribs."

"No, nothing like that," she said reassuringly, moving the transducer around until she found a good spot to place it. Hitting a quick button on her computer, she once more turned the screen around for the expecting fathers to see. "This is the placenta," she ringed in with her finger. "And this is the two babies connected to the placenta."

"What does that mean?"

Smiling, the doctor told them that it meant that they're having at least one set of monozygotic twins. "It's when an egg splits into two at an early stage of the pregnancy. Now, it is a small concern that they're sharing a placenta -it's completely normal for monozygotic twins to share a placenta, but it does have a few risks."

"What kind of risks?" asked Blaine, suddenly feeling a bit of terror run down his spine.

"There's a risk we like to refer to as the TTT-syndrome, which stands for twin to twin transfusion syndrome. It can happen at any stage of the pregnancy, which is why I will monitor these two extra closely from now on regarding their size and weight. But it's nothing you should worry about right now," she ended off. "They look to be very close in size and weight, which is a very good thing."

Kurt nodded absently; he still couldn't shake the feeling which came over him when the doctor had mentioned TTT-syndrome. Suddenly a heavy blanket had been placed upon him and he felt much heavier. "How often does the TTT-syndrome occur?" he whispered, not ready to let it go.

"TTT-syndrome affects between ten to thirty percent of monozygotic twins." She paused when she could see the distraught in her patient's eyes. "Kurt, if this happens, I will do everything in my power to make sure that we have the best outcome."

The young man nodded his head. He could feel the hold on his hand tightening, and he nuzzled into their tangled hands seeking comfort. He got it when he felt Blaine press his lips against his knuckles, kissing them lovingly. "It'll be okay," he whispered, softly enough so only Kurt could hear.

The doctor continued, trying to stay as objective to their situation as possible. "Looks like they have their own amniotic sacs," she stated. It sounded almost like a random statement to Kurt, who was still stuck on the potential risk. "Oh, would you look at that." Both men's head turned up towards the screen, wanting to see what had caught the doctor's attention. "She's sure an active one," she said, just as the fetus kicked its small legs. "Here you see it -these two here are the labia and in the middle is the clitoris."

Both Kurt and Blaine remained silent. Kurt's eyes were wide and stuck on the screen. "I-I'm having a girl?" he whispered, his voice in awe of the situation. There she was, his perfect daughter.

"Two, actually," responded the doctor, a short nod of her head. "Monozygotic twins are mostly same genders, and since we've concluded that this one is definitely a girl, then I would say that her twin is also a girl."

"Wow," was all Blaine could say as he looked at the screen.

"It's a good thing that baby E is positioned the way she is," commented doctor Mason. "Her sister is hiding behind her. She must be a shy one. I probably wouldn't be able to tell you their genders had she not been turned this way." Kurt nodded with a smile; he still hadn't forgotten about the risks that these two girls were in, but seeing his daughters for the first time -knowing that they were girls, outweighed the bad for just a moment. "Let's find the last fetus, shall we?"

A quick glance at the clock told Blaine that they'd been there for at least an hour. This ultrasound had taken much longer than previous ones, and he could only guess that future ones would take approximately the same amount of time. Now their size and weight was a prominent factor at all times, and even the slightest change could be fatal for one -or more, of their babies. "So we're looking for baby F?"

"It would seem like it," said the doctor. "But yes, we are looking for baby F. Last I remember, there was a fetus up her," she moved the transducer all the way up on Kurt's stomach, pressing the machine down to gain a better footage. "Now baby F is a bit small, about the same size as baby C at five-point-nine inches, but like I stated before then there's no need to worry just yet. All six of the babies seem to be developing like they should. This little one looks to be a healthy little boy."

Kurt was sure that after five other revelations of their babies' genders, he wouldn't be as surprised as he was the first time. But he was wrong; once again that joy of knowing that you had a little boy inside of you took over with an overwhelming force and he could feel his heart beat just a little bit faster. "Oh gosh," he said, smiling towards Blaine. "Another boy."

"I know!" cried Blaine, who'd finally let go of his tears. They now knew how many boys and girls they were expecting. "I'll call the president of the Buckeyes tomorrow and tell them that I have four small footballers-in-the-making ready for him."

"Don't you dare, Blaine," scolded Kurt with a pointy finger. "I don't want any of my boys loosing a front tooth -unless they're baby-teeth." They laughed and leaned in towards each other, meeting midways for a happy kiss. Both of them was smiling into the kiss. When they pulled away, they both couldn't stop laughing. "We're having four boys, Blaine."

The curly-haired lawyer nodded his head in daze. "I know, and two daughters. Identical daughters."

"I love you Bee."

"I love you too, Kurt."

The doctor wiped off Kurt's stomach with a wetted cloth. Congratulating them, she led them over to her patient chairs, asking them to please sit down. "Now I know that you're not taking birthing classes, which is understandable."

"Yeah, no we decided against it since I would probably have a c-section."

"Right," said the doctor and continued. "Now, there are a few books which I think will be a necessity for you and Blaine," she nodded at Blaine when she addressed him. "It's called When you're expecting twins, triplets, or quads by doctor Barbara Luke and Tamara Eberlein."

"But we're not," interrupted Kurt. "Expecting any of those. I'm having sextuplets."

Doctor Mason laughed, clutching her stomach as she did so. "Right, right," she said, when she'd come down from the hype. "But it's still a good book that advises you on many different aspects. Triplets or sextuplets, what you all have in common is that you're expecting multiples. I've recommended this book to many parents expecting three or more children, and they've all been very grateful. Just, look it up -I believe that it can be purchased in most bookshops, but if not I am sure that you can find it on amazon."

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Kurt stirred the in the pot, humming an unknown song to himself. He enjoyed the aroma of warmed milk, as it filled the air more the warmer it got in the pot. Licking his lips, he reached for for a small spoon and dipped it into the milk. He brought the filled spoon to his lip, and with a soft blow he cooled it down just a bit. "Mm," he moaned, closing his eyes as the taste of warm milk hit him. He pulled the spoon out from his mouth, smacking his lips as he did so. "You're going to love this, Bee."

"I'm sure I won't," commented Blaine from the chair he was sitting on. His glasses were hung slightly on the lower part of his nose-bridge and a book lay open in front of him. It was a good book, though not one he'd normally read. The thing he fell for, however, when he picked the book out, was that it held real-life pictures every other side. It almost seem as if the author made the story after he'd seen those pictures. "Are you going to bring it to bed?"

"Mhmm," nodded Kurt. He turned the stove off and lifted the pot from it. He carefully poured the steamy milk into a cup, placing the empty cookware in the sink when he was done. "I'm feeling a little uneasy in my stomach. Thought I'd try to ease it with some warm milk."

Blaine frowned and immediately flipped the corner of the page he was on, before he closed the book. "Are you okay?" he asked, getting up. His book lay resting between his hand and hip.

"Of course I am." Kurt shook his head at his worried fiancé and grabbed the muck. "Oh, could you bring the VOGUE catalogue with you?" he asked, already heading towards the door. "I want to see how my latest column turned out."

Blaine chuckled, but did as Kurt had asked none-the-less. He grabbed the newest addition of the magazine and walked up the stairs towards their bedroom. When he finally took the last step, he smiled when he saw Kurt in the middle of removing his shirt. "Keep your pajamas shirt off tonight, please." The way he said those words were intended to be more of an order, instead it sounded like almost a question.

Hesitating, Kurt held the silk-shirt in his hand, considering Blaine's request. Finally he sighed and put the folded shirt back into his dresser. "Okay, but only because it's getting too tight around the stomach anyway. I need new ones."

Blaine walked over to Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, resting his hands against his belly, like he'd done so many times before. "I think you should stop worrying about pajamas," he whispered hotly into Kurt's air. The warm breath made the hairs in the back of Kurt's neck rise. "And those pajamas pants to match -you should leave those off as well."

"I like it when your voice sounds like this," whispered Kurt back. He turned his head a bit, looking into Blaine's eyes, before they both leaned in and pressed their lips together in a passionate and needed kiss. Their tongues stayed inside of their mouths; this kiss was all about feeling each other's lips and just needing to touch the other. When they pulled apart, they smiled. Kurt's lids covered half of his eyes in a dozy love-expression. He felt so at ease, so calm that he almost forgot about his upset stomach. Blaine was probably the only one who could comfort him without even trying. He blinked and opened his lips, ready to kiss his fiancé again, when he felt it. "Oh."

Blaine let go of Kurt in a hurt, turning the startled man around. "Baby, what's wrong?" He could see the look on Kurt's face, and it wasn't a look he'd seen before, and a look he liked in particular. "Baby?"

"Here," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand around the wrist. He pulled the hand along with him and placed Blaine's hand upon his stomach. "You feel it?"

Blaine waited for something to happen, to feel anything. Nothing happened, and it was with great disappointment that he shook his head. "No."

Kurt moved the hand around once more, before he reached a certain spot. "Wait," he said, his face filled with concentration. They both stayed silent, waiting for something to happen. Blaine was about to protest, and declare himself ready to bed -he couldn't feel anything at all, when he suddenly felt a small tingling in his palm. "There, did you feel it?"

"I did," Blaine said, amazed. "Is that?"

Nodding his head, Kurt broke into a huge grin. "I've felt uneasy in my stomach, and then suddenly a sharp something pressed against my stomach. I guess I've felt them kick and move about for much longer than I thought." He grinned and looked up into Blaine's eyes.

"How does it feel? On the inside, I mean."

Kurt scrunched his face up, trying to form the right sentence to describe it. "Weird." That was what it felt like. "It feels weird. But in a good way. It makes me feel... I makes me feel alive."

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I present to you *drumroll* four baby boys and two baby girls. Betcha didn't see that one coming, eh? I have found the cutest little pictures of how I imagine the babies will look like, and I kept watching them while writing this chapter. It was like, of course he (I won't mention their names) will suck his thumb and of course baby E is this twin and she's a kicker, that's for sure!

Thank you for reading – last chapter earned me 6 REVIEWERS! I squealed when the last review rolled in, and I just got to say that it's true. The more people who review, the faster I work on this story. I feel so inspired to write when I see all your guys' comments and ramblings and -I've had a few PM'ing me their own stories with pregnancy and stuff. That is SO COOL!

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